ILLUSTRATIONS
Mamma . . . hugged him as if he'd been lost for a year | [Frontispiece] | ||
Our missing Peterkin | To face page | [13] | |
No sooner did he catch sight of us two with his ugly round beady eyes . . . than he shut up | " | " | [52] |
Pete held out his brown-paper parcel. 'This is the poetry-book,' he said | " | " | [97] |
We had no difficulty in finding her bath-chair | " | " | [108] |
He looked at the tickets. . . . 'How's this?' he said | " | " | [145] |
'Now,' she began . . . drawing Margaret to her, 'tell me all about it' | " | " | [159] |
The frills had worked up all round his face | " | " | [173] |